This afternoon I skated in the Dyke March* with the Roller Girls. We had fun, but it was a bit grueling. We busted our asses to get to Kleinhan's by 11am only to stand around in skates for two hours. I still haven't properly broken in my skates so by the time we got to Bidwell my feet were killing me. I whipped off my skates at my earliest convenience and walked around in my socks the rest of the day.
Before the parade, one of the roller girls' girlfriends was talking about an encounter she'd had with a protester. The protester had worked himself into a holy fervor and she was pretty proud of her comeback, and I said gosh - it's good to know that everyone's having a good time. To some extent, I meant it- what fun is a gay pride parade without a little tête-à-tête with the fundies? But for the most part, it seemed that the few protesters there were, were pretty bored.
You know, there were probably more people in floats owned by churches than there were protesters. There were probably more grandmas & grandkids on the parade route than there were balls-to-the-wall sexual deviants. There's probably a commentary lurking in there somewhere, but gramma's gotta go soak her bunions.
- Z
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- I thought it was the Pride Parade too, but the No Parking signs that the police put up along the parade route clearly stated Dyke March. Who am I to question the government?
New music: "Gay/Not Gay" by King Missile III.
There was supposed to be two parades from Utica on down elmwood. There was supposed to be a Dyke's on Bikes one Saturday night and people where meeting at the Eckerd parking lot. When I get my pictures up you are in a couple of them with the Queen City Roller Girls. Oh yeah there is nothing wrong with being proud of who you are fucking. Oh and on a side note if someone can't be proud of who they are fucking maybe they need to change who they are fucking or at least think about it.
excellant title... perhaps teeshirts are in order for next years march?